Preface:
Went to the weekend, tired I walked in the East Pass underground pedestrian passage, much heard a melodious flute in the rains with a passionate, I am familiar with the playing of that song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," I walked closer, Proper attire is a young man was no one to immersed in the music, I gently put down 5 yuan, quietly standing in front of young people listen to. Slightly bend the young man, still was no one to continue playing. The flow of people to rush the pace of work, and occasionally to the two of us cast curious eyes, and then leave in a hurry, or footsteps, and I, along with thoughts that flute, leisurely float back to roam the plateau period of days, that part of me a long time strange memories. Has been, I have tried to capture the memories of that period to write about, the memories but to become fragmented, unable to start with. Then I would like to forget, but that they always linger in the surrounding atmosphere, so that I can not really return to their original orbits of life, almost as a spiritual burden. Tonight, the dead of night, and accompanied by the songs of A-wing in the Fall, I began to try to dig out those memories a little bit.
Let's talk about Tibet, never been to the people first think of altitude sickness, in fact, Tibet is not so mysterious and terrible, but worried about altitude sickness to overcome the psychological reaction to add an important, and now want to come, there is a legacy that is the fascination with Tibet, people like the Like addiction does not fit, just as I am now. Really, Tibet, earth day and night, for those of us busy with work and life Yingyinggougou of mortals, as long as set foot on this land, they will feel that she is the mother of the soul, that incomparable magnificent sons of heaven and earth can be inclusive of all; she Hometown is a spirit that is entirely original single environment clean and quiet can be found in the courtyard; her soul lover, it becomes more brilliant beauty of the snow-capped mountains and lakes of flowers make you feel an upsurge of Peng Pai, mind sees surging. These days, I am often one person sitting alone, so that thoughts roaming on the land, because from Tibet back to Guangzhou stepped down the ramp of that moment, I can not restrain the beginning of miss her. In addition to the memory of Tibet, as well as wind and rain on the way fellow companions who share weal and woe, mutual affection and fond memories of the sincere friendship. Are not these the real world we live in the most missing something do! (To be continued)
Author: kennethmott
